"There's a pretty good coffee place across town...or you could just make it yourself?"

“i never thought i’d taste any coffee worse than what they have in london but this..this is horrid. i even added extra creamer in it. im quite disappointed.”

"So... I'm assuming they're not all good changes then."

“Honestly, it’s absurd how much things have changed over the years…”

Derek watched him for some time before he raised a brow. "Try that a little harder and it should do the trick. I don't suggest it though."

        {{ open // like to be messaged for a starter/plotting

“– Uuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhhh,” groaned Romeo, bashing his forehead against a tree. “– Teach me how I should forget to think.”

Derek ran through the park, barely breathing heavy and thought only of that new person in his class he was hoping to help catch up with the rest. Still, he thought he caught something on the edge of his vision and turned, voice a bit off, but still strong. He called out, "everything okay?"

Derek stopped walking and cast a quick look around, yeah, okay, she was talking to him. Alright. "Not usually no. People still do it though, your best bet is a restaurant or grocery store...do you want food immediately or food for later?"

Lexa had been here for a few days now, but everything was still very confusing to her. It wasn’t just the fact that being alive again was strange and seemed impossible to her, but the world she was in right now was very different from where she came and adjusting to it was being difficult. And she wasn’t very fond of the apartment she was staying in, it was small and she found herself wishing she was back in Polis. The only positive thing about this place was the fact that she found Clarke once again and that already made up for everything else. Walking out of her apartment, she noticed the person approaching and decided to speak. “Hello. Could you please tell me where I can find food? It seems hunting isn’t how people usually get their food around here.”

reyesshuffledbackin:

All the air seemingly evaporated from Erica’s lungs as the unmarred expanse of Derek’s neck was presented to her. …What? Derek was talking again, moving the conversation on. Her fingers were still tapping at his chest but her brain was on the fritz. Erica gaze a mental wince, okay, fritz wasn’t the best word. Still, what was he doing? She got that he didn’t want her to claim blame – and really, Erica doubted he knew just how stupid she had been in the vault– Was this trust? Or did we just not care if she ripped her claws into his throat? She swallowed, reminding herself to breathe. This was insane last time she had seen Derek he had been an alpha, an alpha she had just left and now… Now, she was ontop of him and his neck was bared and his eyes. Had. Been. Closed.  His laughter underneath her was strange, the subtle vibrations moving up through her. It was warm and suddenly, Erica wanted to cry again for a completely different reason. She brought her hands up to her old ex-alpha’s face and firmly, but gently, moved his chin back to his neck; over-correcting it, really, the stubbled chin smushed into his neck.  Her life was weird enough without the one who turned her acting submissive. “Never try to suggest to a woman what she should order, Derbear. Don’t you know that? We get cranky.” 

Derek watched with impassive eyes as Erica almost, not quite shook apart over him. She wasn't the same person she was, at least he thought not, after all, he hadn't really known her before, but there was something hard edged he thought that she'd smoothed out. Grown into. He chuffed out a laugh when she pushed his chin back down, he didn't tamp down on his instinct to just his chin back out, almost--arrogant. "You'd think having a sister would have taught me better. Can I suggest to a woman that laying publicly on a man's chest may be seen as inappropriate?" Though, to be honest he didn't mind, something in him still saw her as pack and he still wanted that closeness he hadn't gotten or given before.

"Oh, I know they've gone too far, I'll keep playing the games until Pokemon Tickle Me Pink comes out but they haven't done that to Pokemon Go....yet." Derek almost smiled. He didn't need a translator for that.

healthyandhale:

“… I’m really happy they updated to add some newer Pokemon. I just hope they don’t go too far… I’d appreciate it. Thanks.”

“Oh, no, yeah, they went too far already. There’s a Pokémon literally based off a sword and shield. Onward, I guess?” Tim turned in the direction that they should go in, nodding and pointing because that was how to generally indicate direction of travel.

illusicnarytimc:

“– I try. I didn’t catch your name.”

"I didn't throw it...Derek."

silver-bowed-huntress:

“Wow Derek, anyone would think you were trying to call me stupid.” Allison glared, her hands balling into fists as she tried to keep herself calm. “I said there’s no Argents in town, not that there’s no hunters. And the ones in town aren’t interested in you, so turn off the defensive. They have more important things to worry about.”

“Great. Gold star for you. Saves me getting involved in the emotional sappy reunion.” She shrugged, finally folding her arms over her chest to stop her nervous actions. “Less I’m around her, the better for everyone.” 

Derek all but glared, it was a close thing, even as his lips half twitched in an aborted growl. "Anyone would be wrong then. I'm not trying to insult you, or belittle you. I'm trying to say that going off of someone's word alone. Anyone's. hasn't worked well for me before and I'd rather not repeat the past." That. That tried the last of Derek's patience. He'd tried to be kind, or well, civil at the very least, tried to have this be the sort of conversation where both members walked away feeling as if the only wounds bleeding were old ones. "Yes,Allison how dare I be defensive, it's only my goddamn life on the line. It's everything I ever wanted or worked for. How dare I give a single damn about myself and my safety right? How dare I care. Turn off the defensive. You're the hunter telling the prey to lie back with neck exposed. I'm not sorry for wanting to live my life." Derek's eyebrows flicked upward in a small aborted gesture, the edges of a laugh. "Erica has a quick temper, and" He twitched his head to the side, an agitated motion. "She holds a long grudge, I'd avoid her unless she comes to you, it won't end well."

thereddestofrobins:

“– I get that a lot. I mean, I need to boost my Pokemiles, I could walk with you if you want. There’s a 10k egg I need to hatch.”

"... I'm really happy they updated to add some newer Pokemon. I just hope they don't go too far... I'd appreciate it. Thanks."

reyesshuffledbackin:

As soon as Derek’s fingers where gone from her wrists Erica had them against her chest, only just subduing the wince at how obvious she was being. She gave Derek a crooked smile. “I don’t think my life could get much worse than I made it for myself that last month.” Or was it two? Erica really didn’t know how long she had been in the vault before she had cracked. “I don’t recommend vault life.” She let her eyes fall closed and forced herself to take a calming breath. A calming breath of fresh, outside air. 

It was weird seeing Derek so close to the anniversary she had left him. She didn’t want to blame Derek, he had promised a lot but he hadn’t been the one to send a nightmare mix of the worst of humanity and downworlders at her. Slowly, her arms relaxed and she tapped lightly with her finger tips at Derek’s chest. “What about you, Derbear?” she asked, opening her eyes back up. “You need your basket of happiness too.”  

Derek raised his brows at the way she phrased her sentence, ‘worse than I made it,’ she blamed herself over him, and it’s not something people would pick up on but. Well, Derek was more acquainted with quilt and blame than more people were and to hear Erica blaming herself for what he’d helped put her through. It made his stomach clench and a physical ache settle into his chest, a tight sick feeling he hasn’t felt in some time. He shook his head, slowly, deliberately, eyes closing. He bared his neck and he made himself vulnerable, when he opened his eyes he hoped she could smell his sincerity, taste it on the back of her tongue. “It’s not your fault you know. I don’t blame you for leaving the pack.” My pack. “It’s not a good life.” Yours wasn’t a good life. 

His exhale is soft, half apology and half the emotions he’s holding locked in his throat, behind a cage of teeth. He smiled, something small, and almost fragile when her fingers drummed along his breastbone, light fingers over his chest. He laughed softly, more a breath at her nickname for him. “My basket will show up eventually. You don’t have to order it. You’re not the delivery girl.”  

orimotox:

′ it’s nice to meet you, derek. oh, yea. there’s a gym in town. it’s actually a little bit of a walk but it’s totally not that far. ′

“I don’t think walking to the gym will be a problem.” He gave a small, wry, smile, “I’m pretty sure that’s why I go to the gym in the first place.”

silver-bowed-huntress:

“Well I’ve been here nine months, know of the hunters in town, and know that they have no interest in hurting any supernaturals unless they have reason for it.” Mentally, she made a note to speak to Alec, if he hadn’t already come by Derek. “And there’s noone to hide things from me any more. I’m the matriarch of my family, I’m informed of any important decisions.” She rolled her shoulders, refusing to remember exactly why that crown had befallen her. 

“Yeah well… same here. Except I got here and Stiles was already here. Scott came along afterwards.” She thought about Erica, but it didn’t feel right her explaining to him about his pack’s fate. “You should check out the library, sooner rather than later though.” 

Derek merely frowned at her. There was so much he wanted to say at the tip of his tongue, and he gave up on holding it in, in that moment. “First there’s no one else but you, and now you’re telling me there’s hunters in town. You may think they don’t plan to hurt any of us, but this wouldn’t be the first time you’d be wrong about that. You’re not a wolf. What they show you is not what they show us. I want to believe you.” I want to trust you. He doesn’t say it, but he certainly thinks it, he wants to be able to leave his past behind but it’s hard. his heart twisted into unnavigateable gnarls, tangles that built up over time. “I just can’t.” 

His first instinct was to be offended, was to draw back and bare blunt human teeth, but he didn’t, she was right. He wasn’t an alpha anymore and she wasn’t disrespecting him, not implying she knew his pack better than him. Erica wasn’t his pack. He hadn’t known. “If you’re talking about Erica, I already know.”

illusicnarytimc:

“– Good.” Eliot took a few steps closer, trailing his eyes unabashedly over the other. “– I’m Eliot.”

Derek almost let his eyes flash, and raised his brows. “You’re very forward.”

thereddestofrobins:

“– Relatable. But no, yeah, I know where you’re at. No worries, I got you. You make a right at the sign with the squiggle on it, then you head down those stairs, up the other side, past the tree that kinda looks like Abe Lincoln if you squint, and it’s on your left.”

“I need a translator.”

sanxtus:

‶ well i can show you if you want. ″

“Please do. If you have the time, I’m sure I could find it myself.”

orimotox:

‶ no problem. i can show you are a few places ive you want. i’ve been here for about two months this time around and i am not dying to get out. in fact when i had to go back home, i was dying to come back. i’m izumi, by the way. ″

“Izumi. Nice to meet you, I’m Derek.” He normally wouldn’t want to accept the help but he couldn’t help but ask, “Do you know of a gym nearby?”